Beograd!

Yeah, we made it and it is great. Not so great: border crossings at 11pm and 3:30am and resulting lack of sleep. My eyes are so bleary that I look a bit like I've been punched. Yep, hott. Been walking around just dealing with being in a huge city again. My progress in Slovenian has thoroughly messed up my ability in other Slavic languages, so when the sleeping car conductor tried to chat with me in Russian, nothing productive came out of my mouth. He was also ready to give German or Italian a go, but that wasn't working either. Needless to say, my Serbian skills are impressing no one so far. But I am reading Cyrillic like nobody's business. More later . . . we're off to a movie at the joint around the corner.